No need to hand me a revolver. Ulster’s tackling pretty much summed up how I should go…..tackled to death by a team that knows how to tackle…and it ain’t Ulster. Good match Leinster, well deserved, David Humphreys should be sacked to. John Afoa on the wing….PLEASE KILL ME NOW but allow me to take some of the Ulster team with me.
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Two frigging Irish provincial sides makes for a rather comical final. These are not the best sides in Europe even if the IRB say so. Leinster, the shadow Irish national side, has one enormous flaw. His name is Leo Cullen, yes, too, a Blackrock College man. On the other side it won’t be a Ruan Pienaar or a Stephen Ferris. The man to run the show will be the oldest man on the pitch, Stephan [...]
Madness….but two thoughts today that tell me, only me , that the face of rugby is changing. I will take Ulster to beat the Ireland national rugby side in pretending to be Leinster. Pedrie Wanneburg to be MOM. First try by Steohan Terblanche. I will also today take Biarritz to beat the Barbarians in Toulon. Harinordoquy to be MOM. First try by Harinordoquy. I also back Leicester to smash Harlequins. No more punts till June. [...]
I’m beginning to worry. The Brumbies look to be the real thing having just dispatched the Hurricanes in Wellington. What does this mean? One only has to think back a year and see the Reds of Queensland….the champions. Not that this will happen bit it could. I’ve always criticized that bozo Jake White because he hypes the no names as if he created this team. Fair enough to say there is some truth there bah [...]
By now it is not anything new to know that what I write is ‘different’. It is impossible to be honest because there is so much dishonesty and betrayal, especially to the supporters, who pay the salaries of all. This is a sport that has two legitimate, perhaps three SUPERSTARS, one of whom is of Anglo descent, which means NOTHING. They are Sonny Bill Williams, Dan Carter, and Richie McCaw of the New Zealand All [...]
Once upon a time when I di lots of acid and played rugby football, the whole 80 minutes was surreal, metaphysical and existential at the same time. I thought this very clever thinking when drinking with a nasty prop who frothed at the mouth and bit young women on the bum. At those inglorious times I did not really understand what was happening and what was going to happen. The the horrible IRB and the [...]
who I knew was the new coach of Samoa. I realized standing next to the guy in the urinal that the manner in which he was pulling and groping himself that he indeed have no balls at all. An IRB guy came in and gave him some pepper that he also was carrying along with a pair of tweezers. The two guys must have been well acquainted after what horrible consequences the powers that be [...]
at THE ZETALND ARMS in Old Brompton Road I met this big young guy from South Africa who by way of London was returning from France to South Africa. This guy with the bushy blondish hair was just killing time and I invited him to sup with me as I knew he would be interested in the variety of the menu and the Gascon wines, which I was washing everything in sight down with. The [...]
It is fair to say that, for those who follow my illustrious rugby travels via train, that , in the eyes of the Aviva and the Heineken Cup, I am firmly set in the caboose. Yes, Saracens failed. Don’t know why really. Peaked too early? Poor coaching? Adjusting to the underground railroad of South Africans? Whilst it is true that Leicester and Northampton starting puffing away in the last month and deserved to be in [...]
late in the afternoon i met this guy who was the team psychologist for the RFU and the England rugby team. I’ll admit that both he and I were well into our cups but we happened to be seated together drinking the very unusual canary wine which brought on some strange conversation. Of course I always show no interest in the sport of rugby football when I meet such notables hoping to extract information that [...]
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